I do know it takes a concerted effort to pull oneself out of a pit at times. Last week was a rough one for me. Crying at the drop of a hat, not sleeping, eating erratically. What a drag.
No matter what I said to myself, the minute someone said anything to me, I started to cry.
This week has been better. I know, God is in control and has an awesome plan for my life. It's the fact that I have very little control that has me down.
I can formulate a plan to get myself in a better place, carrying it out, however, has been a bit daunting. Every morning, this one included, I planned to get up and work out, eat a good breakfast before getting on with my day.
So far it's not happening. I went to bed at 6:30 last night. Slept until almost 7 this morning. Still, I sit here, not exercising. Can't remember the last time I walked on purpose. So, what's the point?
The point is I'm aware and working on changing my attitude. Sometimes that's all you can do. I believe, if I'm not totally giving in to the depression, there is hope for change. Looking objectively at my situation helps. Knowing it could be worse, a lot worse gives me some perspective.
Now, I will go fix a cup of tea, do something physical, even if it's only stretching, and get ready for work. Be thankful I can move at all, have a good job to go to, a nice car to go there in, a good family and a beautiful place to live. These things alone are enough to make me smile.
Fantasizing the freedom to be thankful and put a smile on my face.